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I miss having fire this time of year...living in a situation where there isn't any. Love the smell, not to mention the beauty of transformation of wood products which took so long to grow, as they give off radiance and colors, sounds and currents of air. So I particularly thank you for this image and poem!

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through this life we pass,here for only seventeensyllables, three lines

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These pages, too, are nothing other than talking leaves—their insights stirred by the winds, their vitality reliant on periodic sunlight and on cool dark water seeping up from within the ground. Step into their shade. Listen close. Something other than the human mind is at play here.

David Abram, Becoming Animal

When we deliberately leave the safety of the shore of our lives, we surrender to a mystery beyond our intent.